I met up with Paul from the Plymouth Tri Club last Sunday for a series of images that I’m currently working on featuring local triathletes; location portraits which hopefully capture the personality and dynamics of both the individual athletes and the sport itself. We got to the location about an hour and a half before sunset to capture the last light of the day, and it’s the dead of Winter with a howling gale blowing in straight off the sea; Paul was a legend, going back into the sea on command several times and never once complaining while my assistant clung on to the lightstand for dear life as the wind continued to batter us. We got the shots wrapped up as soon as possible and we were really lucky with the sun which was just starting to poke through the clouds as we finished setting up; I was a little concerned as it was looking like the backlight might become too hard and bright ruining the soft overcast light that I wanted, but then it turned into this beautiful hazy golden yellow that you can see in the images, which lasted just as long as the shoot and had disappeared entirely by the time we packed up.
